??Chapter 1197: Chapter 1184 Good afternoon, Professor!
Chapter 1197: Chapter 1184 Good afternoon, Professor!
“How is this possible?” the tutor with dragon blood in his veins watched the black dragon below with incredulity, “My wind has been taken away!”
“Nothing is impossible.”
Muria opened his mouth, a nimble yet frenzied wind gathered between his upper and lower jaws, forming a wind ball no bigger than a fist, and then blue lightning arcs erged on it.
Boom!
Without giving the human tutor—who ca to rescue his students—much ti to react, the wind and thunder infused dragon breath spewed forth from Muria’s mouth, and then was easily dodged.
“Despite your high bloodline ranking, to think such an attack could hit , wishful thinking!”
The tutor who dodged the attack looked at Muria, reluctantly but resignedly, “It doesn’t matter if you’ve reversed my attack, we humans have never relied on the powers obtained from your dragon race to combat you.”
“Haven’t you checked behind you?”
“What?” Before the tutor could react, the wind and thunder infused dragon breath struck his back, sending him plumting from the sky.
“I clearly dodged it!” The ferocious dragon breath wreaked havoc, shattering the defensive barrier over his body and leaving his physique battered, the falling human tutor couldn’t understand.
“A bending dragon breath, never seen one before?” Muria stepped forward to where the tutor was lying, his body charred and flesh mangled by the combined forces of wind and thunder dragon breath.
“Young dragon, don’t get cocky, even if you defeat us, there will be stronger humans with weapons of greater lethality coming to hunt you down.”
The tutor, who had originally thought it was a simple training task, expressed his unwillingness at the unexpected turn of events.
As he had said before, the way humans hunted dragons was never by relying on power taken from the dragons, but by relying on weapons forged from their intelligence.
But this ti, since their target was only a young dragon, they only carried corresponding miniature weapons, leaving their more powerful weapons behind.
“You can forget that, the news of your mission’s failure won’t be spread any ti soon, or rather, for quite a long ti, it will be as if your mission never failed.”
Muria examined the human’s equipnt, which perhaps due to the tutor’s overconfidence, was not as refined as that of his students.
“What are you saying?”
“The transfer of information requires a dium, but this area has already been cut off from the outside world. If you were hoping for external support, I think you can give up on that.”
“A domain?” The tutor’s expression instantly changed as he looked at the young dragon with a mangled body before him. Fear gradually surfaced on his face, “You’re not an Ancient Dragon Species, you are an Ancient Dragon itself, reborn through the Dragon Egg!”
“I see, when you were reborn through the Dragon Egg, your consciousness was still in slumber, but the assault of my students on your reborn body woke you up. That’s why there’s such a vast difference in your behavior before and after being on the brink of death.”
“An intriguing speculation, but I regret to tell you that you’ve only guessed part of it right.”
Muria looked at the thoughtful human, his deduction was close to the truth. The reason it fell short was not a lack of ability but because his insights were limited.
“That’s close enough, so how do you plan to deal with us? Ancient Dragon Prince!”
The tutor who thought he had guessed Muria’s identity and understood the situation was ntally prepared to accept death.
The mont he beca a dragon slayer, he had prepared for death, never expecting it to be today. Although sudden, it wasn’t a bad end.
For most of his life, as a dragon slayer who pursued dragons, dying at the claws of a dragon was a common occurrence, isn’t it? Especially since this was an Ancient Dragon reborn.
“I’ll interrogate first, then make a decision,” Muria looked towards the apprentice dragon hunters strewn across the rubble-laden ground.
“Not going to kill us? You should need food to recover from your injuries right now.”
“First, I want to make sense of the situation, and then consider how to maximize the benefits of it. If consuming you is the most suitable choice for , I will.”
Muria replied very politely to the eager-to-die and experienced dragon hunter.
“You…”
“Command: Silence!”
The black dragon, whose eyes had regrown, looked at the dragon hunter and uttered two characters. A silent force descended upon the hunter, who despite all his efforts, couldn’t make a sound.
“Compared to experienced old hunters, I believe greenhorns who are new to the hunt will be more likely to divulge the information I want.” Muria’s mouth twisted into a grin as he looked at those apprentice dragon hunters he had battered.
“Ancient dragon, no matter what you ask , I won’t answer,” the golden-haired girl defiantly shouted at him as Muria reached out with his claw, forcefully pushing aside her helt with his domineering yet nimble strength.
“Human, I quite admire your spirit,” Muria looked at the girl whose face seed to be greatly inspired, but then her tone shifted abruptly, “Although I would like to say that, do you know that your trembling with eyes shut really makes it impossible for
to say such a thing against my will.”
“Ah!” The girl opened her eyes in confusion, not expecting at all that the ancient dragon from legends would mock her like this.
“I ask, you answer. As long as you cooperate honestly, you will see your parents and friends intact once again.”
Muria looked at the foolish human in her hands, “Do not doubt whether my promise is false. Every word I utter, I shall turn into action.”
The blonde girl, held in the dragon’s grasp, looked towards her companions sowhat blankly. She couldn’t see the expressions on her friends’ faces, but she saw her ntor desperately shaking his head and shouting at her, making all sorts of gestures, but no matter how much he gesticulated, not a whisper of sound erged, which seed quite comical and ridiculous.
Eventually, the girl’s gaze fell upon one of her companions, a boy with the sa hair color as hers, his na was Owen, and his life had just ended at the hands of the ancient dragon before her.
Just as she was about to say sothing, the ancient dragon in front of her spoke lazily, “Are you sure you want to end your life for so trivial, or even commonly known, information?”
“…” The girl closed her mouth, just as she was about to say sothing, realizing that the ancient dragon seed capable of discerning all her thoughts.
“First, hear what I have to ask, then decide whether you want to make a heroic sacrifice!”
“…” The blonde girl remained silent.
“Your na?”
“Pavla Hamakova,” the girl hesitated and then answered.
“How old are you? Have you co of age?”
“Seventeen, not yet an adult.”
“Oh, still a minor!” Muria nodded thoughtfully and then continued to inquire, “When did you begin learning dragon slaying? From a young age?”
“No, I started from…”
“Pavla, do you really intend to betray your own kind?” Just as the blonde girl was about to answer, a righteous rebuke echoed.
This caused the girl ready to reply to clamp her mouth shut, falling into hesitation, so Muria put the girl down and picked up the dragon hunter who had spoken out, using the sa thod, she removed his helt to reveal a sowhat youthful face.
Muria stared at him with oppressive golden Dragon’s Eye, “Since you silenced the young lady, now you answer my question. Tell , when did you start your hunter training?”
“Evil dragon, you won’t get any information about humans from .”
“Assertive, but what about this?” Muria lifted another claw and pointed a dragon finger lightly at his forehead. A blue-white arc of electricity burst forth, instantly Covering the Dragon Slayer’s entire body.
Ah!!!
Intense pain surged from every part of his body, growing worse as ti passed without any signs of abating. The dragon hunter, who had just learned most of his lessons and underwent his first combat training, scread in agony, and his voice gradually grew hoarse.
“Are you willing to answer my question now?” Muria stopped the shock.
“Hu! Hiss!” The young man gasped for air, the extre agony not sothing he had ever experienced, brushing right against his threshold of pain endurance.
“Unwilling to answer? Then let’s continue. Show
just how strong the human will is,” Muria lifted her finger, preparing to continue.
“I was chosen seven years ago to enter Cassel Academy to learn about dragon slaying knowledge…”
“Paragon of Virtue!” Seeing the young man who didn’t last long before revealing the process of becoming a Dragon Slayer, Muria laughed.
“For what reason were you chosen initially?”
“I awakened Dragon Blood,” the young man replied feebly, his will collapsing due to the physical pain.
“Oh!”
…Following that, Muria questioned the other Apprentice Dragon Hunters in succession. Virtually none of the students, who lacked ironclad wills, were quite honest. Even those who wished to demonstrate their loyalty, under the Covering of Thunder, quickly succumbed.
Thus, under the watchful gaze of the silent ntor, the black dragon transford into a child with striking, eerily beautiful features unlike any Human, lifting his hand to release the “Command: Silence” that was Covering him.
“An Ancient Dragon indeed, even taking on the form of a human, how ludicrously humorous,” the ntor forced a stiff smile on his face, already sensing what the dragon intended to do.
“Assuming a different Form allows experintation with a new way of life. What’s so amusing about that?”
Muria smiled faintly, continuing to change her Form into a handso young man with striking features, bowing slightly to the middle-aged man with the face all too familiar to the surrounding Dragon Slayers,
“Good afternoon, Professor Hafeez Ibrahim!”
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